Microfiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
Ellie woke to the sound of gentle rain pattering against Amnity's cottage windows, a soft rhythm that felt like Nova welcoming her back to consciousness. She was still wearing her festival dress from the night before, though someone—Amnity—had draped a quilt over her where she'd fallen asleep on the small couch.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
Rez Girls
I found her there. In a broke down shack all crumbled cinderblock on the Rez. Sharp, one of the Corbiere boys used to rent this place and opened up what turned out to be a temporary smoke shop selling cheap native smokes. Trash, crushed smoke packs and old beer bottle labels fluttered in a some secret breeze, yet she lay in a heap in a corner as still as stone. She looked as though carved from a single mass of alabaster, gleaming in the moonlight which forced itself through gaping holes in the roof. That fat moon up there, resting in a starless sky. My own beer bottle clatters to the floor.
By Gish Moore5 months ago in Fiction
What a Top Bloke
Freddie had hoped for warmer weather today, but the wind blew cold. ‘You can’t plan these things,’ he’d told himself. ‘At least the sun’s out!’ He pulled his beanie over his ears and headed for the park bench nestled beneath a big bellied Oak; its leaves starting to flush with vibrant emerald greens.
By Chantal Christie Weiss5 months ago in Fiction
The AI Oracle of Truth
The Chamber of Veritas was the quietest place on Earth. It had to be. Noise—emotional, informational, or auditory—could cloud the purity of the answer. People called the entity at its center the Oracle. It was an AI, built not for efficiency or automation, but for a single purpose: to discern and deliver objective, verifiable truth.
By Habibullah5 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
The Great Meadow transformed as the sun set, blooming into something magical under the light of Nova's full moon. Dozens of vendors had spread their wares along winding paths marked by glowing crystal lanterns, creating a maze of wonder that drew visitors deeper into the celebration. The air hummed with laughter, music, and the gentle chime of wind bells hanging from every stall.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
Terrible As An Army With Banners
What is the story here? The sky is burning, and lightning splits the blackness of the night sky. There is a terrible army flying red banners, the colour of the blood they intend to spill, and they swarm into the city that they intend to lay waste to.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Fiction
Gambler's Hope
A Gambler's Hope by Theodore Homuth Homuthbooks.com Lila sat at the slot machine, her fingers trembling as she fed another crumpled bill into the flashing maw. The casino’s neon glow bathed her in a false promise of fortune, the air thick with cigarette smoke and desperation. She was down to her last twenty, rent due in three days, and the electric bill already two weeks late. But the pull of the lever, the spinning reels, kept her rooted. One win, she told herself. One win could fix it all.
By Theodore Homuth5 months ago in Fiction
The Forest of the Forgotten
The Hole looked exactly the same as it always had—cluttered, chaotic, and filled with treasures from a dozen different worlds. But as Ellie stood in the doorway, taking in the familiar chaos with new eyes, she began to see patterns she'd never noticed before.
By Parsley Rose 5 months ago in Fiction
ayuda. Top Story - September 2025. Content Warning.
“ayuda?,” a soft voice knocks on the gates of my sanctuary. a modest plea from the other side of my mental fortress; opposite my walls, locks, moats, and more walls of security after security within my thoughts.
By ⸘jason alan‽5 months ago in Fiction
